每天回到家,望着天空,总会遇到迷一般的晚霞。晚霞的形状,是难以捉摸的。当夕阳西下时,晚霞就打开披风,开始了它魔术般的生活。瞧,它一翻身,一只红兔子趴在天空中;它一吹风,一只粉老虎就腾空扑来,真想摸一摸它那软软的毛。有时它在空中玩起了分身,一群群分身在结伴地玩;有时它顽皮地把其他云朵吞了进去,变得越来越大。 Back home every day, looking at the sky, always encounter fancy sunset. The shape of the sunset is elusive. When the sun sets, the sunset opens the cloak and begins its magical life. Look, it’s a stand-up, a red rabbit lying in the sky; it’s a hair, a pink tiger will be boarded, really want to touch its soft hair. Sometimes it played in the air avatar, a group of people partying to play together; sometimes it naughty other swallowed into the clouds, getting bigger and bigger.